Mothers.. They're supposed to be treasured. But they're the furtherest thing from being perfect. Often enough, mothers have the ability to make you feel like shit and make your life miserable. Not that I'm ungrateful for the things my mother has done for me, it's just, I feel like she just wants to dictate my life. I understand you gave me life, but does that merit that you get to control every aspect of my life? I'm sorry, I'm forgetting my manners. My name is Raven, and I promise this story isn't only about me complaining my life. I feel that people can sort of relate to my life, my story. It's a long one, so if you're patient enough, read along.
